"Of course" Razvan took the bottle of water he had in his bag and handed it to the sleepy man. "You got a name, friend ?"
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"Nice to meet you, 'Your Highness'" he put the bottle back in his bag and extended out a hand, " Razvan Tanase, full time combat pilot"
Cole looked intently at the plane for a moment Looks Experimental...
He smirked, said "Sure," and then walked back outside.
He heard a few of them talking amongst themselves, and approached them "We're wanted inside."
He pulled the drunk guy up.
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Nathan fell over and heard some guys talking then the weird guy from before helped him up.
Nathan said "thanks" and stumbled inside the hangar.
He smirked, said "Sure," and then walked back outside.
He heard a few of them talking amongst themselves, and approached them "We're wanted inside."
He pulled the drunk guy up.
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Nathan fell over and heard some guys talking then the weird guy from before helped him up.
Nathan said "thanks" and stumbled inside the hangar.
"I would love to introduce you to the others but I don't now any of them, oh and by the way It's Razvan with an a not an e. Secondly, I think that following this harmless stranger into the creepy hangar might answer your questions." he said while walking towards the hangar doors.
21:15 Local (UTC +1)
February 25th, 2015
Bangui, Central African Republic
Brit had turned on the lights in the Hanger, and had triggered the main doors, giving the Skyranger an open view of one of the more disused runways at the Bangui airport. She then returned to the ramp of the Skyranger and called to the pilot.
"Get clearance from the tower for takeoff. We're leaving in 5; and let's go for a normal takeoff, less conspicuous that way."
"Right away ma'am. Tower, this is Nimbus. Requesting clearance for runway Charlie 2-5 Mike..."
Hagen turned towards the rear hanger door, wincing as her leg flared in pain again, and saw the incoming group of recruits. "Good work, Bracken." she said to herself.
"OK, glad to see you all!" she called out to the whole group "If you'll just step this way and board our nice little craft here, we'll be on our way, and that much closer to explaining just why you're here. Come on in." and with that, she took a seat on the nearest bench seat and called out to the pilot again.
"Let's cut out the slow trip. Go for a straight shot home. No long way, got it?" That would serve to cut down the flight time to about half an hour, at the most.
"Got it, ma'am."
Now just to get back to Headquarters, get the recruits settled in, and get them briefed. Then, XCOM's work could begin in earnest.
February 25th, 2015
Bangui, Central African Republic
Brit had turned on the lights in the Hanger, and had triggered the main doors, giving the Skyranger an open view of one of the more disused runways at the Bangui airport. She then returned to the ramp of the Skyranger and called to the pilot.
"Get clearance from the tower for takeoff. We're leaving in 5; and let's go for a normal takeoff, less conspicuous that way."
"Right away ma'am. Tower, this is Nimbus. Requesting clearance for runway Charlie 2-5 Mike..."
Hagen turned towards the rear hanger door, wincing as her leg flared in pain again, and saw the incoming group of recruits. "Good work, Bracken." she said to herself.
"OK, glad to see you all!" she called out to the whole group "If you'll just step this way and board our nice little craft here, we'll be on our way, and that much closer to explaining just why you're here. Come on in." and with that, she took a seat on the nearest bench seat and called out to the pilot again.
"Let's cut out the slow trip. Go for a straight shot home. No long way, got it?" That would serve to cut down the flight time to about half an hour, at the most.
"Got it, ma'am."
Now just to get back to Headquarters, get the recruits settled in, and get them briefed. Then, XCOM's work could begin in earnest.
Cole checked his rucksack and walked into the skyranger, he stuck the rucksack in a storage compartment, sat down, and buckled himself in.
Nathan sighed and did the same
Nathan sighed and did the same
21:20 Local (UTC +1)
February 25th, 2015
Bangui, Central African Republic
Hagen couldn't help herself at the American's crack at a joke, and loosed a smile and light chuckle.
"Ha, a good sense of humor's always welcome where we're going. I don't suppose you'd know anyone with one, would you?" Brit's grin grew wider. "Ah, sit down, Yank, I'm just messing with you. Anyone with some jokes is always a good thing to have around. Have a seat." Brit punctuated her own joking with a warm and reassuring smile. She didn't mean to really insult Yates.
Brit took a silent rool call as the group of recruits filed into the Skyranger. Campbell, Schmidt, Makhuba, Hill, Yates, Black (who was still apparently suffering from a bit too much to drink), Tanase, and Bracken.
"Welcome aboard, everyone. Sit down, buckle up, and we'll be on our way in just a minute. Oh, and...uh, Tanase, right? Romanian? Sorry, but the pilot says this is a non-smoking flight. You're going to have to put out that cigarette."
Soon, everyone was aboard, and the pilot closed the rear ramp, plunging the cabin momentarily into darkness before the low-intensity lights came on.
"Well, glad to have you all here." Hagen said, as the Skyranger's engines began to fire up and the craft began it's taxi onto the runway. they had chosen to go with a traditional takeoff to keep a low profile, as using the VTOL capabilities of the craft could attract unwanted attention. "Anyone have any easy questions? Trip won't be long, I promise. There'll be a time to ask everything once we land at our destination, but in the mean time, anything anyone wants to know?"
February 25th, 2015
Bangui, Central African Republic
Hagen couldn't help herself at the American's crack at a joke, and loosed a smile and light chuckle.
"Ha, a good sense of humor's always welcome where we're going. I don't suppose you'd know anyone with one, would you?" Brit's grin grew wider. "Ah, sit down, Yank, I'm just messing with you. Anyone with some jokes is always a good thing to have around. Have a seat." Brit punctuated her own joking with a warm and reassuring smile. She didn't mean to really insult Yates.
Brit took a silent rool call as the group of recruits filed into the Skyranger. Campbell, Schmidt, Makhuba, Hill, Yates, Black (who was still apparently suffering from a bit too much to drink), Tanase, and Bracken.
"Welcome aboard, everyone. Sit down, buckle up, and we'll be on our way in just a minute. Oh, and...uh, Tanase, right? Romanian? Sorry, but the pilot says this is a non-smoking flight. You're going to have to put out that cigarette."
Soon, everyone was aboard, and the pilot closed the rear ramp, plunging the cabin momentarily into darkness before the low-intensity lights came on.
"Well, glad to have you all here." Hagen said, as the Skyranger's engines began to fire up and the craft began it's taxi onto the runway. they had chosen to go with a traditional takeoff to keep a low profile, as using the VTOL capabilities of the craft could attract unwanted attention. "Anyone have any easy questions? Trip won't be long, I promise. There'll be a time to ask everything once we land at our destination, but in the mean time, anything anyone wants to know?"
"What is your name, 2+2, and the capital of Romania. Any order you answer them in is acceptable." he didn't feel offended from here jokes, in fact perhaps after a few millenia of training she could be as good as him! Or so he thought outwardly anyways, a subconscious part of his mind thought they were getting annoyed already.
21:22 Local (UTC +1)
February 25th, 2015
Bangui, Central African Republic
"Brit Hagen, pleasure to meet you. Baxter Yates, right? Great to have you aboard." Brit said, flashing a smile and extending a hand towards the American as the Skyranger began it's takeoff run.
"Flight should only take about a half hour or less, so if anyone wants a nap, I suggest they grab it now."
February 25th, 2015
Bangui, Central African Republic
"Brit Hagen, pleasure to meet you. Baxter Yates, right? Great to have you aboard." Brit said, flashing a smile and extending a hand towards the American as the Skyranger began it's takeoff run.
"Flight should only take about a half hour or less, so if anyone wants a nap, I suggest they grab it now."
Colina Campbell hadn't said anything yet, just keeping quiet as she admired the various aircraft that she had seen around the airfield. However, once she had seen the large plane that the small group had boarded her curiosity really flared up; it didn't seem like any plane she had ever seen the documents on. She mauled it over for a moment as she sat down and set her bag down beside her.
"Alright then," she addressed Brit, her voice rolling with a noticeable Scottish brogue, "Just how classified is this bird?" she lightly rapped the wall with her knuckles and smiled slightly. "Thrust seem a bit too much for a transport as well."
"Alright then," she addressed Brit, her voice rolling with a noticeable Scottish brogue, "Just how classified is this bird?" she lightly rapped the wall with her knuckles and smiled slightly. "Thrust seem a bit too much for a transport as well."
"I'm really sorry but these cigars are medicinal. It calms me down but if your pilot insists..." he put out he cigar carefully and added it to his pocket, "Gonna finish it later." Razvan turned around to Baxter, "Bucharest, is the capital of Romania and I have no idea who 2 + 2 is..."
21:31 Local (UTC +1)
February 25th, 2015
Airspace over Central African Republic
"Campbell, right?" Brit looked over at the short Scot "Heh, answering that question would spoil the surprise, I think. I can tell you that the number of this kind of bird that exist can be counted on one hand, though. And you're right, it is an awful lot of power for a transport." A mischievous smile crossed the Norwegian's face "Can't say anymore, though. Not until we land, anyways. Don't want to ruin things, hehe. Trust me, though, you'll love the other toys we have to show you guys"
There was slightly less than 15 minutes left in the flight, at the current flight speed, anyways. The Skyranger could go faster, but, once again, it had to maintain the illusion of normalcy. Couldn't spoil the surprise, indeed.
February 25th, 2015
Airspace over Central African Republic
"Campbell, right?" Brit looked over at the short Scot "Heh, answering that question would spoil the surprise, I think. I can tell you that the number of this kind of bird that exist can be counted on one hand, though. And you're right, it is an awful lot of power for a transport." A mischievous smile crossed the Norwegian's face "Can't say anymore, though. Not until we land, anyways. Don't want to ruin things, hehe. Trust me, though, you'll love the other toys we have to show you guys"
There was slightly less than 15 minutes left in the flight, at the current flight speed, anyways. The Skyranger could go faster, but, once again, it had to maintain the illusion of normalcy. Couldn't spoil the surprise, indeed.
21:32 Local (UTC +1)
February 25th, 2015
Airspace over Central African Republic
Hagen turned towards the inquisitive Canadian, the shift causing her leg to send another brief pulse of pain up her spine. She hadn't been expecting this many questions.
"You could say that, Bracken. My boss- sorry, our boss now, I guess, prefers to call it "Grey", though. Well, he calls it 'gris', I think, but I'm pretty sure that means the same thing."
Brit then checked her watch. 21:33.
Let's move the schedule up a bit...
"Pilot!" she called out "We're far enough out. Open her up, get us home ASAP."
"Yes ma'am!"
Hagen smiled and turned to look at Campbell. "You're right. It is quite a bit of power for a transport. Hang on!" And with that, a sudden surge of acceleration was felt, causing a sensation not unlike a rather intense roller coaster ride.
February 25th, 2015
Airspace over Central African Republic
Hagen turned towards the inquisitive Canadian, the shift causing her leg to send another brief pulse of pain up her spine. She hadn't been expecting this many questions.
"You could say that, Bracken. My boss- sorry, our boss now, I guess, prefers to call it "Grey", though. Well, he calls it 'gris', I think, but I'm pretty sure that means the same thing."
Brit then checked her watch. 21:33.
Let's move the schedule up a bit...
"Pilot!" she called out "We're far enough out. Open her up, get us home ASAP."
"Yes ma'am!"
Hagen smiled and turned to look at Campbell. "You're right. It is quite a bit of power for a transport. Hang on!" And with that, a sudden surge of acceleration was felt, causing a sensation not unlike a rather intense roller coaster ride.